The essence of Life has no boundary. It knows not good nor bad, no right or wrong. It is, and that is all of the greatest miracles of all, we need to know. Just that it is. Born into this place, everyone the same. Isolated now, living in, supported by this essence but somehow now...
It is everywhere, more abundant than ever conceived, ever thought possible. Mind blowing large. Life. In the moments, every one of them, life waits. It waits without judgement, arms open, no condition, no expectation required. Just warm, open and without any shadow, nothing hidden. In your spirit life awaits, awaits for you to turn off...
Made perfect, remain perfect, can be perfect whenever you put down the world enough, enough to let life really take hold. All the mind talk, all the lies told, all the distrust invested, all the hate, all the pain of lesson learnt, are just the noise of this life. Yours to put down or carry...
What the world misses, has had stolen perhaps. The joy of living, drifting in the emotion of life. The laughter, the love (oh the love), the lightness we all carry within. Stomped on since the start, deeply vested to bury, others have set the stage. Take back what was taken without consent. Learn to strike...
I have been where few others have. Where the experience and risk so intense, drys your mouth, prevents sweat glands from working, because every calorie spent not keeping life sustained is wasted energy. Where the next split second could be your end. A place that can not be described, a place of peace, absolute focus,...
Some want to cure world poverty; others just want to pluck the courage to ask someone out on a date. Others, exploration of the soul and all the entire universe has to offer. Beyond wildest thought no boundary to contain. Yours whatever they are or it is, is no lesser than that of anyone beside....
Like a bird soaring effortlessly on a hot warm thermal day. Like the wisp of spray blown gently back from the top of the wave. Like fog gently rising to caress the wet forest in the early morn. Like the gentle opening flower in response to the warmth of the sun. Like the smell just...
Complicated made beyond measure it seems. Rushing past at an ever accelerating rate. Busy, speed, pressure, strain, stress. Bills to pay, always someone else to complain about, always something to. Is this the real deal or what you are sold to believe? Sold to remain in prison over? Life: In the moment supposed to be....
(Please read this slowly, reread if necessary many times. Let it take hold.) Perhaps the hardest of all to wrestle with, for we each carry our own. All of us alive today each has his / her unique aspect of the truth. No two truths ever the same, for each is as individual as each...
